AN:/ Okay, this starts the night Angel's soul is stripped from him, and
before Willow makes out with Kennedy. Yes, I know the timing is off a
little, but come on, it's fanfiction.
I got this idea from a website challenging writers to write short romances between Willow and just about anyone else you can think of. Well.I can't do short, but it was inspiring nonetheless, so I hope you like it! All comments, tips, helpful hints, criticism, and praise are greatly appreciated. I'm not sure where I'm going to end up with this story, or if I'm going to delve into other characters or not, so if you've got any ideas that YOU don't want to write, let me know and I'll do my best. (
**story here:
"Willow, come here, I have something to show you."
"What is it Angel?"
"It's amazing."
"Willow get away from him!"
"What?"
Cold fingers wrapped around Willow's throat as she turned to face Miss Calendar. Her stomach plummeted and she felt a tug in the corner of her mind and in the center of her chest. Bright white heat filled her body. The dream changed, and shifted and she found herself in a basement. A form was strapped to a table, and a man was standing above him. The form reeked with guilt and good intentions. "Angel?" Willow tried to speak, but no words came out, and she found she couldn't move.
The man's chants reached a fevered pitch, Angel's body tensed and arched, and he strained against his bonds for painful minutes before he lay still.
Willow watched in part horror, part fascination as the change came over his face, gone were the constant lines of worry in his pale face, gone was the sadness in his eyes. Those eyes turned and looked directly at her, full of malicious glee. He didn't speak a word, but she heard him in her head.
It's been way too long, Little Red. I'll see you soon.
**
The red-head sat bolt upright in bed, almost upsetting the glass of water on the bedside table. She could still feel his presence, the darkness swirling around her in lover-like caresses.
She waited for her breathing to calm down, untangled her legs from the sheets and wandered into the bathroom, hoping a little water splash or two would shake the feeling the dream had given her. The water cooled her fingers, the lightning sparks of magic that had surfaced when she awoke were dissolved. She cupped some of the liquid and splashed it onto her face, absently looking up into the mirror.
A small cry escaped from her lips, and she jumped back a step from the glass, nearly slipping on the dampened floor. It was fading now, to a moss green color, but when she'd first looked, her eyes had been pools of black.
-to be continued * * AN:/ Yes, short chapter, I know, but I'm new to this whole ff.net thing, and just wanted to see if I actually had the courage to put ANYTHING up. First story, so be gentle, but I'm hoping to re-hone my writing skills, so anything helpful is met with big smiles and little bubble hearts.
I got this idea from a website challenging writers to write short romances between Willow and just about anyone else you can think of. Well.I can't do short, but it was inspiring nonetheless, so I hope you like it! All comments, tips, helpful hints, criticism, and praise are greatly appreciated. I'm not sure where I'm going to end up with this story, or if I'm going to delve into other characters or not, so if you've got any ideas that YOU don't want to write, let me know and I'll do my best. (
**story here:
"Willow, come here, I have something to show you."
"What is it Angel?"
"It's amazing."
"Willow get away from him!"
"What?"
Cold fingers wrapped around Willow's throat as she turned to face Miss Calendar. Her stomach plummeted and she felt a tug in the corner of her mind and in the center of her chest. Bright white heat filled her body. The dream changed, and shifted and she found herself in a basement. A form was strapped to a table, and a man was standing above him. The form reeked with guilt and good intentions. "Angel?" Willow tried to speak, but no words came out, and she found she couldn't move.
The man's chants reached a fevered pitch, Angel's body tensed and arched, and he strained against his bonds for painful minutes before he lay still.
Willow watched in part horror, part fascination as the change came over his face, gone were the constant lines of worry in his pale face, gone was the sadness in his eyes. Those eyes turned and looked directly at her, full of malicious glee. He didn't speak a word, but she heard him in her head.
It's been way too long, Little Red. I'll see you soon.
**
The red-head sat bolt upright in bed, almost upsetting the glass of water on the bedside table. She could still feel his presence, the darkness swirling around her in lover-like caresses.
She waited for her breathing to calm down, untangled her legs from the sheets and wandered into the bathroom, hoping a little water splash or two would shake the feeling the dream had given her. The water cooled her fingers, the lightning sparks of magic that had surfaced when she awoke were dissolved. She cupped some of the liquid and splashed it onto her face, absently looking up into the mirror.
A small cry escaped from her lips, and she jumped back a step from the glass, nearly slipping on the dampened floor. It was fading now, to a moss green color, but when she'd first looked, her eyes had been pools of black.
-to be continued * * AN:/ Yes, short chapter, I know, but I'm new to this whole ff.net thing, and just wanted to see if I actually had the courage to put ANYTHING up. First story, so be gentle, but I'm hoping to re-hone my writing skills, so anything helpful is met with big smiles and little bubble hearts.